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FRANCIS  TURNER  PALGRAVE 

LATE     SCHOLAR     OF     DALLIOL     AND     FELLOW     OF 
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April:   1867 


Cambridge:   Printed  by  John  Wilson  and  Son, 


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OPTIME   MERITO 

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INDEX 

Page 

Hope  of  those  that  have  none  other 5 

Star  of  morn  and  even 7 

Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night 9 

O  Light  of  life,  O  Saviour  dear 11 

High  in  heaven  the  sun 13 

The  day  is  over 15 

We  name  thy  name,  O  God 17 

Though  we  long,  in  sin-wrought  blindness    ....  18 

O  Lord  God  eternal 20 

Once  man  with  man,  now  God  with  God  above  us      .  23 

O  thou  not  made  with  hands 25 

Christ  in  his  heavenly  garden  walks  all  day  ....  27 

Thou  that  once,  on  mother's  knee 29 

Pure,  sweet,  and  fair,  ere  thou  could'st  taste  of  ill  .     .  30 

He  goes  in  silence  through  the  crowd 31 

Let  him  love  thee  to-day 33 

Thou  sayst,  '  Take  up  thy  cross 36 

The  dawn  went  up  the  sky 39 


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Hope  of  those  that  have  none  other,. 
Left  for  life  by  father,  mother, 
All  their  dearest  lost  or  taken, 
Only  not  by  .thee  forsaken  ; 
Comfort  thou  the  sad  and  lonely, 
Saviour  dear,  for  thou  canst  only. 

When  the  glooms  of  night  are  o'er  us, 
Satan  in  his  strength  before  us  ; 
When  despair  and  doubt  and  terror 
Drag  the  blinded  heart  to  error  ; 
Comfort  thou  the  poor  and  lonely, 
Saviour  dear,  for  thou  canst  only. 


CHRISTUS    CONSOLATOR 

By  thy  days  of  earthly  trial, 

By  thy  friend's  foreknown  denial, 

By  thy  cross  of  bitter  anguish, 

Leave  not  thou  thy  lambs  to  languish  : 

Comforting  the  weak  and  lonely, 

Lead  them  in  thy  pastures  only. 

Sick  with  hope  deferred,  or  yearning 
For  the  never-now-returning, 
When  the  glooms  of  grief  o'ershade  us, 
Thou  hast  known,  and  thou  wilt  aid  us  ! 
To  thine  own  heart  take  the  lonely, 
Leaning  on  thee  only,  only. 


THE  DATS  TAR 

aCdlov  aepcxpoirav 
'AcTepa  fieivafiev  'Ae/iiov  AevKO-repvya  npodponov- 

Star  of  morn  and  even, 

Sun  of  Heaven's  heaven, 
Saviour  high  and  dear, 
Toward  us  turn  thine  ear ; 
Through  whate'er  may  come, 
Thou  canst  lead  us  home. 

Though  the  gloom  be  grievous, 
Those  we  leant  on  leave  us, 
Though  the  coward  heart 
Quit  its  proper  part, 
Though  the  tempter  come, 
Thou  wilt  lead  us  home. 


THE  DAT  STAR 

Saviour  pure  and  holy, 

Lover  of  the  lowly, 
Sign  us  with  thy  sign, 
Take  our  hands  in  thine, 
Take  our  hands  and  come, 
Lead  thy  children  home  ! 

Star  of  morn  and  even 
Shine  on  us  from  Heaven ; 
From  thy  glory-throne 
Hear  thy  very  own  ! 
Lord  and  Saviour,  come, 
Lead  us  to  our  home ! 


MORNING  HYMN 

Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night, 
We  thank  thee"  for  thy  gift  of  light : 
As  in  the  dawn  the  shadows  fly, 
We  seem  to  find  thee  now  more  nigh. 

Fresh  hopes  have  waken'd  in  the  heart, 
Fresh  force  to  do  our  daily  part ; 
Thy  thousand  sleeps  our  strength  restore 
A  thousand-fold  to  serve  thee  more. 

Yet  whilst  thy  will  we  would  pursue, 
Oft  what  we  would  we  cannot  do  ;    • 
The  sun  may  stand  in  zenith  skies, 
But  on  the  soul  thick  midnight  lies. 


io  MORNING  HTMN 

O  Lord  of  lights  !  'tis  thou  alone 
Canst  make  our  darken'd  hearts  thine  own : 
Though  this  new  day  with  joy  we  see, 
Great  Dawn  of  God  !  we  cry  for  thee  ! 

Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  Friend  ; 
Praise  him  through  time,  till  time  shall  end  ; 
Till  psalm  and  song  his  name  adore 
Through  Heaven's  great  day  of  Evermore. 


EVENING  HTMN 

O  Light  of  life,  O  Saviour  dear, 
Before  we  sleep  bow  down  thine  ear : 
Through  dark  and  day,  o'er  land  and  sea, 
We  have  no  other  hope  but  thee. 

Oft  from  thy  royal  road  we  part, 
Lost  in  the  mazes  of  the  heart: 
Our  lamps  put  out,  our  course  forgot, 
We  seek  for  God  and  find  him  not. 

What  sudden  sunbeams  cheer  our  sight ! 
What  dawning  risen  upon  the  night ! 
Thou  giv'st  thyself  to  us,  and  we* 
Find  Guide  and  Path  and  all  in  thee. 


EVENING  HTMN 

Through  day  and  darkness,  Saviour  dear, 
Abide  with  us  more  nearly  near  ; 
Till  on  thy  face  we  lift  our  eyes,- 
The  Sun  of  God's  own  Paradise. 

Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  Friend  ; 
Praise  him  through  time,  till  time  shall  end  ; 
Till  psalm  and  song  his  name  adore 
Through  Heaven's  great  day  of  Evermore. 


MORXIXG   HYMN 

High  in  heaven  the  sun 

Shines  his  worship  to  thee  : 

The  bird  in  the  brightness 

Sings  his  hymn  from  the  tree  ; 

Thou  art  praised  on  the  earth, 
Thou  art  praised  in  the  sky ; 

Last  comes  thine  own  creature 
To  praise  the  Most  High. 

For  the  sleep,  for  the  waking, 
For  the  rest  of  my  bed  ; 

For  in  thine  arms  I  slept, 
By  thy  touch  awakened. 

As  thou  wert  in  the  night, 

Be  with  me  bv  day  : 
Morning,  noon,  evening  ; 

All  my  life,  and  alway. 


H  MORNING  HTMN 

Go  thou  beside  me 
Wherever  I  go : 

Whatever  thou  wiliest, 
Make  that  I  wish  it  so  : 

That  in  thought  of  thee 
All  I  do  may  be  done : 
'  As  all  great  in  thy  sight, 
All  small  in  my  own. 

When  to-day  brings  its  trial 
Be  thy  voice  mine  aid  : 

Say,  '  It  is  I ; 
Be  not  afraid. 

'  The  night  is  mine, 
And  mine  is  the  day, 

Morning,  noon,  evening, 
All  thy  life,  and  alway.' 


E  VENING  HTMN 

The  day  is  over, 

The  darkness  is  come  : 
I  thank  thee,  O  Lord, 

For  the  peace  of  home. 

This  night  and  ever 

Keep  my  feet  in  thy  way : 
Feet  slow  to  follow  thee, 

Feet  quick  to  stray. 

Oft  wandering  from  thee, 
At  thy  guidance  I  chafe  ; 

Hold  thou  me  up, 
I  shall  be  safe. 

Sad  shades  of  old  sin 
Dog  my  steps  as  I  go : 

What  was  done  in  the  darkness, 
In  the  daylight  I  know. 


16  EVENING  HYMN 

With  the  voice  of  the  sea 
Sin  allures  to  the  brink ; 

Stretch  out  thine  hand, 
Let  me  not  sink. 

Whom  have  I 

In  heaven  but  thee? 

And  on  earth  there  is  none 
Set  beside  thee  may  be. 

Life  soon  is  over, 

And  death  will  come  : 

Lord,  linger  not 

In  thy  heaven-home : 

As  God,  come  in  power 
To  judge  us  and  bless  : 

As  man  with  man  once  more, 
Come  in  thy  tenderness. 


THROUGH  AND    THROUGH 

Infelix,  quis  me  liberabit? 

We  name  thy  name,  O  God, 
As  our  God  call  on  thee, 

Though  the  dark  heart  meantime 
Far  from  t>hy  ways  may  be. 

And  we  can  own  thy  law, 
And  we  can  sing  thy  songs, 

While  the  sad  inner  soul 
To  sin  and  shame  belongs. 

On  us  thy  love  may  glow, 
As  the  pure  midday  fire 

On  some  foul  spot  look  down  ; 
And  yet  the  mire  be  mire. 

Then  spare  us  not  thy  fires, 
The  searching  light  and  pain  ; 

Burn  out  our  sin  ;  and,  last, 
With  thy  love  heal  again. 

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LOST  AND  FOUND 

Though  we  long,  in  sin-wrought  blindness, 
From  thy  gracious  paths  have  stray'd, 

Cold  to  thee  and  to  thy*kindness, 
Wilful,  reckless,  or  afraid  ; 

Through  dim  clouds  that  gather  round  us 

Thou  hast  sought,  and  thou  hast  found  us. 

Oft  from  thee  we  veil  our  faces 
Children-like  to  cheat  thine  eyes  ; 

Sin,  and  hope  to  hide  the  traces  ; 
From  ourselves  ourselves  disguise  : 

'Neath  the  webs  we've  woven  round  us 

Thy  soul-piercing  glance  has  found  us. 


LOST  AND  FOUND 

Sudden,  midst  our  idle  chorus, 
O'er  our  sin  thy  thunders  roll  ; 

Death  his  signal  waves  before  us, 
Night  and  terror  take  the  soul  : 

Till  through  double  darkness  round  us 

Looks  a  star,— and  Thou  hast  found  us. 

O  most  merciful,  most  holy, 

Light  thy  wanderers  on  their  way ; 

Keep  us  ever  thine,  thine  wholly, 
Suffer  us  no  more  to  stray  ! 

Cloud  and  storm  oft  gather  round  us  : 

We  were  lost,— but  thou  hast  found  us. 


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A   LIT  ANT 

Kvpte  kTierjaov 
XpcGTe  klerjcov. 

O  Lord  God  eternal, 
The  First  and  the  Last, 
We  are  fallen  before  thee 
As  sinners  downcast: 
Not  in  anger  deal  with  ns  ; 
Lighten  the  rod  ; 
Once  more,  once  more,  say 
'lam  your  God  : ' 

Turn  thy  face  toward  us ; 
Put  up  the  sword  : 
Have  mercy  upon  us, 
Have  mercy,  O  Lord  ! 

In  the  blindness  of  youth, 
In  sickness  and  health, 
In  the  time  of  trial, 
In  the  trial  of  wealth  ; 


A  LITANY 

As  we  creep  and  dwindle 
In  age  away, 
In  the  hour  of  death, 
In  the  judgment-day  ; 

Turn  thy  face  toward  us  ; 
Put  up  the  sword  : 
Have  mercy  upon  us, 
Have  mercy,  O  Lord  ! 

When  the  lust  of  wealth 
Makes  its  own  self  all ; 
When  the  pride  of  strength 
Tramples  down  the  small ; 
When  the  world's  outcasts 
Sit  and  hide  the  head  ; 
When  the  barefoot  children 
Cry  out  for  bread  ; 

Turn  not  thy  face  from  us  ; 
Draw  not  the  sword  : 
Have  mercy  upon  us, 
Have  mercy,  O  Lord ! 

When  the  tempter  comes 
With  gold  and  smiles, 


22  A   LITANT 

When  the  flesh  is  master, 
And  thought  defiles  ;  - 
When  faith  grows  faint 
Through  pride  or  fear, 
— O  thou  that  knowest 
Spare  us,  O  spare  ! 

Turn  thy  face  toward  us  ; 
Put  up  the  sword  : 
Have  mercy  upon  us, 
Have  mercy,  O  Lord ! 

By  thy  manhood  on  earth, 
By  thy  death  and  life, 
By  the  mountain-peace 
And  the  midnight-strife  ; 
By  the  scourge  and  cross 
And  all  that  pain  ; 
By  thy  golden  throne 
Set  with  God  to  reign  ; 

Turn  thy  face  toward  us  ; 
Put  up  the  sword  : 
Have  mercy  upon  us, 
Have  mercy,  O  Lord ! 


AD  ALT ARE 

Tanquam  nihil  habentes,  et  omnia  possidentes — 

Once  man'with  man,  now  God  with  God  above  us, 
Loving  us  here,  and  after  death  to  love  us  : 
Enough  is  this  for  us,  O  Saviour  dear, 
When  to  thine  altar  our  faint  feet  draw  near. 

1  Come  unto  me  all  that  are  heavy  laden, 
I  will  refresh  you  ;  mine  is  love  unfading  : ' 
It  is  enough  ;  we  ask  not  where  thou  art, 
Present  in  space,  or  in  the  faithful  heart. 

— So  long  since  thou  wast  here,  that  to  our  seeming 
Thou  art  like  some  fair  vision  seen  in  dreaming  : 
With  glare  and  glow  and  turmoil,  sigh  and  shout, 
The  world  rolls  on,  and  seems  to  bar  thee  out. 


24  AD  ALTAR E 

To  reason'd  doubt  we  yield  ourselves  resign'dly  ; 
Yet  in  our  path  oft  feel  thy-presenee  blindly  ; 
Life  darkens  into  storm  ;  joys  change  and  flee  ; 
Once  more  we  wrake,  and  find  ourselves  with  thee. 

Behind  the  midday  sky  the  stars  are  shining  ; 
O  shine  out  on  us  in  our  sun's  declining : 
With  loved  ones  lost,  and  loved  ones  yet  to  quit, 
Were  this  life  all,  we  could  not  bear  with  it ! 

— Once  man  with  man,  now  God  with  God  above  us, 
Who  lov'st  us  here,  and  after  death  wilt  love  us  ; 
When  to  thine  altar  our  faint  feet  draw  near, 
It  is  enough  for  us  if  thou  art  here. 


THE    CITT  OF   GOD 

'ldov  yap,  ij  (3aoi?,eia  rov  Qeov  evrbg  v/lluv  earl. 

O  thou  not  made  with  hands, 
Not  throned  above  the  skies, 
Nor  walPd  with  shining  walls, 
Nor  framed  with  stones  of  price, 

More  bright  than  gold  or  gem 

God's  own  Jerusalem  ! 

Where'er  the  gentle  heart 
Finds  courage  from  above  ; 
Where'er  the  heart  forsook 
Warms  with  the  breath  of  love  ; 
Where  faith  bids  fear  depart, 
City  of  God  !  thou  art. 


26  THE    CITT  OF   GOD 

Thou  art  where'er  the  proud 

In  humbleness  melts  down  ; 

Where  self  itself  yields  up  ; 

Where  martyrs  win  their  crown  ; 
Where  faithful  souls  possess 
Themselves  in  perfect  peace. 

Where  in  life's  common  ways 
With  cheerful  feet  we  go  ; 
When  in  his  steps  w^e  tread 
Who  trod  the  way  of  woe  ; 
Where  He  is  in  the  heart, 
City  of  God  !  thou  art. 

Not  throned  above  the  skies, 
Nor  golden-walTd  afar, 
But  where  Christ's  two  or  three 
In  his  name  gather' d  are, 
Be  in  the  midst  of  them, 
God's  own  Jerusalem  ! 


THE    GARDEN-    OF   GOD 

Tolai  ?Mfi-ei  [iev  fiivog  ue/.iov  tuv  hddde  vvnra  kutu, 
QoiviKOpodocg  &  evl  /.eiacjveaac  TTpodartov  avrcov 
teal  ?j,i3dv(t)  amapa  nal  xpvaiocg  nap-olg  piPptOev. 

Christ  in  his  heavenly  garden  walks  all  day, 
And  calls  to  souls  upon  the  world's  highway ; 
Wearied  with  trifles,  mairn'd  and  sick  with  sin, 
Christ  by  the  gate  stands,  and  invites  them  in. 

— 'How  long,  unwise,  will  ye  pursue  your  woe? 
Here  from  the  throne  sweet  waters  ever  go  : 
Here  the  white  lilies  shine  like  stars  above  : 
Here  in  the  red  rose  burns  the  face  of  Love. 

'  'Tis  not  from  earthly  paths  I  bid  you  flee, 
But  lighter  in  my  ways  your  feet  will  be  : 
'Tis  not  to  summon  you  from  human  mirth, 
But  add  a  depth  and  sweetness  not  of  earth. 


zS  THE    GARDEN  OF   GOD 

i  Still  by  the  gate  I  stand  as  on  ye  stray  : 
Turn  your  steps  hither :  am  not  I  the  Way  ? 
The  sun  is  falling  fast ;  the  night  is  nigh  : 
Why  will  ye  wander?     Wherefore  will  ye  die? 

4  Look  on  my  hands  and  side,  for  I  am  He : 
None  to  the  Father  cometh,  but  by  me  : 
For  you  I  died  ;  once  more  I  call  you  home : 
I  live  again  for  you  :  my  children,  come  ! ' 


A   LITTLE    CHILD'S  HYMN 

FOR  NIGHT  AND  MORNING 

*A<pere  to,  Tratdla  epxeodcu  izpog  fie — 

Thou  that  once,  on  mother's  knee, 
Wert  a  little  one  like  me, 
When  I  wake  or  go  to  bed 
Lay  thy  hands  about  my  head  ; 
Let  me  feel  thee  very  near, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Saviour  dear. 

Be  beside  me  in  the  light, 
Close  by  me  through  all  the  night ; 
Make  me  gentle,  kind,  and  true, 
Do  what  mother  bids  me  do  ; 
Help  and  cheer  me  when  I  fret, 
And  forgive  when  I  forget. 


30  A  LITTLE    CHILD'S  HYMN 

Once  wert  thou  in  cradle  laid, 
Baby  bright  in  manger-shade, 
With  the  oxen  and  the  cows, 
And  the  lambs  outside  the  house  :. 
Now  thou  art  above  the  sky ; 
Canst  thou  hear  a  baby  cry  ? 

Thou  art  nearer  when  we  pray, 
Since  thou  art  so  far  away  ; 
Thou  my  little  hymn  wilt  hear, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Saviour  dear, 
Thou  that  once,  on  mother's  knee, 
Wert  a  little  one  like  me. 


EPITAPH  ON  A   LITTLE    CHILD 

Pure,  sweet,  and  fair,  ere  thou  could'st  taste  of  ill, 
God  wilTd  it,  and  thy  baby  breath  wras  still. 
Now  'mo ng  his  lambs  thou  liv'st  thy  Saviour's  care, 
For  ever  as  thou  wert  pure,  sweet,  and  fair. 


THE  KING'S  MESSENGER 

He  goes  in  silence  through  the  crowd  ; 

A  veil  is  o'er  his  face  ; 
Yet  where  but  once  his  eyes  are  turn'd 

There  is  an  empty  space. 
The  whispering  throngs  divide  and  stir  : — 
'Tis  he  !  'tis  the  King's  Messenger ! 

— We  may  perforce  buy  off  the  thought, 

Or  stifle  or  ignore  ; 
The  day  at  last  will  come  on  us 

When  day  will  come  no  more : 
When  on  the  spaces  of  the  sky 
We  hardly  lift  a  wearied  eye  ; 

When  rising  death-mists  change  and  blot 

Familiar  features  near ; 
When  we  can  give  nor  word  nor  sign, 

Nor  what  they  utter  hear  ; 
When  mother's  tears  no  more  are  shed 
For  little  faces  round  the  bed  ; 


32  THE  KING'S   MESSENGER 

When  Science  folds  her  hands  and  sighs, 

And  cannot  bridge  the  abyss  ; 
And  That,  which  once  seem'd  life,  seems  nought 

Before  the  enormous  This  ; 
All  days,  all  deeds,  all  passions  past 
Shrunk  to  a  pin's  point  in  the  vast : — 

Then  face  to  face  to  meet  the  King 

Behind  his  messenger ! 
— O  could  we  see  that  hour  go  by 

Whilst  youthful  pulses  stir, 
With  all  our  future  to  forgive, 
We  scarce  could  bear  the  sight,  and  live ! 

— Thou  who  for  us  hast  suffer'd  death, 

Remember  we  are  men  ; 
Thou  on  the  right  hand  of  the  throne, 

Have  mercy  on  us  then  ; 
Thou  from  the  King  our  pardon  bear, 
And  be  Thyself  his  messenger. 


THE  LOVE    OF   GOD 

Cras  amet  qui  nuhquam  amavit;  quique  amavit,  eras  amet 

Let  him  love  thee  to-day 

Who  ne'er  loved  before  ; 
And  he  who  loves  thee, 

To-day  love  thee  more. 

Love  with  mind  and  heart, 

With  body  and  soul : 
Thou  gav'st  us  each  part ; 

We  should  give  thee  the  whole. 

With  cheerfulness  love  thee 

Age,  midlife,  and  youth  ; 
With  faith  and  purity, 

Courage  and  truth  : 
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THE  LOVE    OF   GOD 

In  health  and  laughter, 
In  sickness  and  woe  : — 

But  O  labour  and  fear, 
To  love  thee  so ! 

— Lord,  thou  knowest 

Whereof  we  are  made  ;     * 

From  this  burden  of  love 
We  shrink  afraid. 

Should  we  love  thee  so  much, 
What  were  left  behind 

For  this  common  life, 
For  our  human  kind? 

Should  we  have  enough 

For  this  world  and  for  thee? 

— O  narrow  faith, 
When  all  is  He ! 

When  he  loves  us  first 
From  cradle  to  grave  : 

— O,  love  for  love 

Is  all  thou  dost  crave  ! 


THE  LOVE   OF   GOD  35 

Thou  art  not  quick 

To  mark  where  we  stray ; 
Thy  voice  will  lead  us 

In  love's  own  way. 

Thou  shalt  cleanse  us 

And  we  shall  be  clean : 
Thou  wilt  gather 

Thy  whole  flock  in. 

Then  let  him  love  to-day 

Who  ne'er  loved  thee  before  ; 
And  he  who  loves  thee, 

To-day  love  thee  more. 


FAITH   AND    SIGHT 

IN  THE  LATTER  DAYS 
1 1  prae  :  sequar.' 

Thou  sayst,  c  Take  up  thy  cross 

O  Man,  and  follow  me  : ' 
The  night  is  black,  the  feet  are  slack, 

Yet  we  would  follow  thee. 

But  O,  dear  Lord,  we  cry, 

That  we  thy  face  could  see  ! 
Thy  blessed  face  one  moment's  space — 

Then  might  we  follow  thee  ! 

Dim  tracts  of  time  divide 

Those  golden  days  from  me  ; 
Thy  voice  comes  strange  o'er  years  of  change  ; 

How  can  I  follow  thee? 


FAITH  AND   SIGHT  37 

Comes  faint  and  far  thy  voice 

From  vales  of  Galilee  ; 
Thv  vision  fades  in  ancient  shades  ; 

How  should  we  follow  thee  ? 

tjnchanging  law  binds  all, 

And  Nature  all  we  see  : 
Thou  art  a  star,  far  off,  too  far, 

Too  far  to  follow  thee  ! 

— Ah,  sense-bound  heart  and  blind  ! 

Is  nought  but  what  we  see? 
Can  time  undo  what  once  was  true  ; 

Can  we  not  follow  thee? 

Is  what  we  trace  of  law 

The  whole  of  God's  decree  ? 
Does  our  brief  span  grasp  Nature's  plan, 

And  bid  not  follow  thee  ? 

O  heavy  cross — of  faith 

In  what  we  cannot  see  ! 
As  once  of  yore,  thyself  restore 

And  help  to  follow  thee  ! 


33  FAITH  AND   SIGHT 

If  not  as  once  thou  cam'st 

In  true  humanity, 
Come  yet  as  guest  within  the  breast 

That  burns  to  follow  thee. 

Within  our  heart  of  hearts 
In  nearest  nearness  be  : 

Set  up  thy  throne  within  thine  own  : 
Go,  Lord  :  we  follow  thee. 


THE  REIGN  OF  LA  W 

'F,repa  fiev  ij  ruv  eTTOVpavluv  dotja,  krepa  6e  rj  t&v  kiuyeiuv — 

The  dawn  went  up  the  sky- 
Like  any  other  day  ; 

And  they  had  only  come 

To  mourn  Him  where  he  lay. 

;  We  nJer  have  seen  the  law 
Reversed,  'neath  which  we  lie; 

Exceptions  no7te  are  found, 
And  when  we  die,  we  die. 
Resigned  to  fact  we  wa?ider  hither  / 
We  ask  7io  more  the  whence  and  whither. 


4Q  THE  REIGN  OF  LA  W 

'  Vain  questions  !  fro77i  the  first 

Put,  and  no  answer  found. 
He  binds  us  with  the  chain 

Wherewith  himself  is  bound. 
From  west  to  east  the  earth 

Unrolls  her  primal  curve; 
The  sun  himself  were  vex'd 

Did  she  07i e  furlong  swerve : 
The  77/yriad  years  have  whirl' 'd  her  hither, 
But  tell  not  of  the  whence  and  whither. 


'  We  know  but  what  we  see — 
Like  cause,  a7td  like  eve7it ; 
07ie  constant  force  runs  07i 

Transmuted,  but  7i7ispc7it : 
Because  they  are,  they  are; 

The  mind  may  frame  a  plan, 
9  Tis  fro77i  herself  shf  draws 
A  special  thought  for  ma7i : 
The  natural  choice  that  brought  us  hither 
Is  sile7it  071  the  whence  and  whither. 


THE  REIGN   OF  LAW  41 

'If  God  there  be,  or  Gods, 
WitJiout  our  science  lies ; 
We  cannot  see  or  touch, 
Measure,  or  analyse. 
Li fe  is  but  what  we  live, 

Wc  know  but  what  we  know, 
Closed  in  these  bounds  alone 
Whether  God  be,  or  no: 
The  self-moved  force  that  bore  us  hither 
Reveals  no  whence,  and  hints  no  whither. 


'Ah,  which  is  likelier  truth, 

That  law  should  hold  its  way, 
Or.  for  this  one  of  all, 

Life  reassert  Iter  sway? 
Like  any  other  morn 

The  sun  goes  up  the  sky ; 
No  crisis  marks  the  day, 
Tor  when  we  die,  we  die. 
No  fair  fond  hope  allures  us  hither  ; 
The  lazu  is  dumb  on  whence  and  -whither.' 


42  THE  REIGN  OF  LA  W 

— Then,  wherefore  are  ye  come? 
Why  watch  a  worn-out  corse  ? 
Why  weep  a  ripple  past 

Down  the  long  stream  of  force? 
If  life  is  that  which  keeps 

Each  organism  whole, 
No  atom  may  be  traced 

Of  what  he  thought  the  soul  : 
It  had  its  term  of  passage  hither, 
But  knew  no  whence,  and  knows  no  whither. 


The  forces  that  were  Christ 

Have  ta'en  new  forms  and  fled  ; 
The  common  sun  goes  up  ; 

The  dead  are  with  the  dead. 
'Twas  but  a  phantom  life 

That  seem'd  to  think  and  will, 
Evolving  self  and  God 

By  some  subjective  skill  ; 
That  had  its  day  of  passage  hither, 
But  knew  no  whence,  and  knows  no  whither. 


THE  REIGN   OF  LA  W  43 

If  this  be  all  in  all ; 

Life,  but  one  mode  of  force  ; 
Law,  but  the  plan  which  binds 

The  sequences  in  course  ; 
All  essence,  all  design 

Shut  out  from  mortal  ken  ; 

— We  bow  to  Nature's  fate, 

And  drop  the  style  of  men ! 

The  summer  dust  the  wind  wafts  hither 

Is  not  more  dead  to  whence  and  whither. 


— But  if  our  life  be  life, 

And  thought,  and  will,  and  love 
Not  vague  unconscious  air 

That  o'er  wild  harp-strings  move  ; 
If  consciousness  be  aught 

Of  all  it  seems  to  be, 
And  souls  are  something  more 
Than  lights  that  gleam  and  flee  ; 
Though  dark  the  road  that  leads  us  thither, 
The  heart  must  ask  its  whence  and  whither. 


44  THE  REIGN  OF  LA  W 

To  matter  or  to  force 

The  All  is  not  confined  ; 
Beside  the  law  of  things 

Is  set  the  law  of  mind  ; 
One  speaks  in  rock  and  star, 
And  one  within  the  brain, 
In  unison  at  times, 

And  then  apart  again  ; 
And  both  in  one  have  brought  us  hither 
That  we  may  know  our  whence  and  whither. 


The  sequences  of  law 

We  learn  through  mind  alone  ; 
'Tis  only  through  the  soul 

That  aught  we  know  is  known  : — 
With  equal  voice  she  tells 

Of  what  we  touch  and  see 
Within  these  bounds  of  life, 

And  of  a  life  to  be  ; 
Proclaiming  One  who  brought  us  hither, 
And  holds  the  keys  of  whence  and  whither. 


THE  REIGN  OF  LAW  45 

O  shrine  of  God  that  now 

Must  learn  itself  with  awe  ! 
O  heart  and  soul  that  move 

Beneath  a  living  law  ! 
That  which  seem'd  all  the  rule 

Of  Nature,  is  but  part ; 
A  larger,  deeper  law 

Claims  also  soul  and  heart. 
The  force  that  framed  and  bore  us  hither 
Itself  at  once  is  whence  and  whither. 


We  may  not  hope  to  read 

Or  comprehend  the  whole 
Or  of  the  law  of  things 

Or  of  the  law  of  soul : 
E'en  in  the  eternal  stars 
•     Dim  perturbations  rise, 
And  all  the  searchers'  search 

Does  not  exhaust  the  skies  : 
He  who  has  framed  and  brought  us  hither 
Holds  in  his  hands  the  whence  and  whither. 


46  THE  REIGN  OF  LA  W 

He  in  his  science  plans 

What  no  known  laws  foretell ; 
The  wandering  fires  and  fix'd 

Alike  are  miracle  : 
The  common  death  of  all, 

The  life  renew'd  above, 
Are  both  within  the  scheme 

Of  that  all-circling  love  ; 
The  seeming  chance  that  cast  us  hither 
Accomplishes  his  whence  and  whither. 


Then,  though  the  sun  go  up 

His  beaten  azure  way, 
God  may  fulfil  his  thought 

And  bless  his  world  to-day ; 
Beside  the  law  of  things 

The  law  of  mind  enthrone, 
And,  for  the  hope  of  all, 

Reveal  Himself  in  One  ; 
Himself  the  way  that  leads  us  thither, 
The  All-in-all,  the  Whence  and  Whither. 


MUSIC 

The  Child's  Hymn,  Thou  that  o?ice,  set  to  Music,  (under  the 
writer's  permission),  by  Mr.  James  Tilleard,  for  a  Solo  Voice, 
with  an  Accompaniment  for  the  Pianoforte,  is  published  by 
Messrs.  Novello,  Ewer,  &  Co.  i,  Berners  Street,  W.  :  Price 
Gd.  :  Folio  music  size. 

The  following,  set  by  Mr.  Tilleard  for  our  Voices,  are  pub- 
lished by  the  same  firm,  in  short  score,  Royal  Octavo  size : 
price  id.  each,  with  an  allowance  of  20  per  cent,  to  persons 
taking  100  copies  : 

Christ  us  Consolator  ; 

The  Day  star  ; 

Lord  God  of  morning  a?id  of  night ; 

O  Light  of  life,  O  Saviour  dear  ; 

Lost  and  Found ; 

The  City  of  God. 

The  Child's  Hyriin  may  also  be  had,  as  a  broadside  for 
schools,  at  the  Office  of  the  National  Society :  price  to  mem- 
bers lhd. 


Cambridge  :  Press  of  John  Wilson  and  Son. 


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